The paper boats that carried
the last vows, we made under the
influence of cocktail, sailed all through
my soul before they stumbled upon
your eyes and sank there and then.
How tragic does it have to get,
to eventually discern that,
To love is to cut corners, 'cause that's
what I learnt from you, the spirit who
swore to stay with me for ever and
evermore, that very spirit was indeed an
apparition, right? (Absolutely!)
Accusation is a hefty word to waste on you,
So, we'll cross the bridge only
when we come to it.
I was living, something died.
The train, I awaited, never arrived.
The chains, you tamed me with, broke.
I ventured the sun, I suffered a stroke.
It was in that moment when,
my nights turned peaceful
and my morning sleep didn't
crash with your thoughts,
I knew, it was the last straw.

~Shreya